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Chapter 7.

Stella's P.O.V.

The next morning I didn't wake up to Michael Bublé. No, it was way worse. I woke up to the sound of my mother.

"Stella, come downstairs! We are going to lunch!" she said through the door in a cheery voice. I could basically hear her fake smile that was way too wide. I didn't reply to her and got out of bed extremely slowly, making my way to the bathroom. When I was already in the shower my mothers words finally sunk in.

We are going to lunch.

First, did I actually sleep until lunch time?

Well, that's nothing new.

And second, what does she mean by 'we'? Just me and her? God, that is gonna be awkward.

Or...

Does she mean me and Louis, my parents and Louis' parents?

That's gonna be even more awkward. I wonder if they forget my existence if I just stay in the bathroom the whole day.

"Stella, are you ready soon? Your father looks like he's gonna explode if you don't come down in like two and a half seconds." Louis asked through the door.

Well, my plan is ruined.

"Just let me get dressed!"

And do my makeup. And hair. And realise my outfit is too 'inappropriate' for my mothers liking and change it like million times.

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We did indeed go to lunch with Louis and I's parents in an expensive and very sophisticated restaurant.

Very sophisticated, I may add.

I absolutely hated the polite and fake small talk, as if they were interested in each others lives. Me and Louis just sat there the whole time and glared at our parents.

I also wanted to hit my mother because she made me eat a salad 'as all women are supposed to eat lightly'. I didn't even have breakfast, how am I supposed to survive with just a poor little salad?!

"So, Stella, what are you going to do in the future? Are you studying something?" Louis' father asked. before I could even think of answering, my father said:

"She is going to be a lawyer or a stay-at-home mother."

"No, I will not!" I said. He turned to look at me with cold and emotionless eyes.

"Nonsense. You will do as I just said." he said. Louis' father nodded approvingly.

"Louis is going to be a doctor." he said and Louis sighed, clearly frustrated and buried his head in his hands.

"Louis, elbows off the table." his mother said instantly. She only cared that Louis' elbows were on the table, she didn't care about how frustrated Louis clearly was and how he couldn't have the job and the future he wanted. She was just like my mother.

After we finished (I finished a lot before the others and made it noticeable...) my father paid the bill and we left.

"So, do you want to come to our place? We could-." Louis' mother started but Louis cut her off.

"I think they are fine. Let's go, Stella." he said and took my hand, and we walked towards his car. As soon as we were out of our parents' sights, he let go of my hand.

"God that was horrible." he said. I totally agreed with him.

"Are you actually going to be a doctor or is there something else you would like to do?" I asked him on the way home.

"Answer to the latter is absolutely yes, I want to be a drama teacher. And to the first, I have no idea. My dad is probably going to make me." he replied.

"Same. I would like to be an artist, I love drawing, but my mother thinks it's not an actual job." I said and huffed.

"My father says the same, that drama isn't a subject you can teach, like math or biology. He has no idea what he's talking about!"

"I know! My father always says that drawing and painting isn't difficult, that anyone could do that and artists are overrated but he can't even draw a stick figure!" I exclaim and Louis started laughing.

"Our families are fucking messed up." he said.

"What families? I don't have one." I replied grinning.

"To be honest, me neither. By the way, Niall asked if we could go out with the rest of the last. He invited you too and the other boys' girlfriends. You wanna come?" Louis asked. 

I froze. I had never gone out with a group of friends. I will look like a loser if I say that. I will also look like a loser if I don't go.

I probably look like a loser already.

"I d-don't know..." I mumbled, unsure what to say.

"If it matters, Niall especially asked if you are coming." Louis said smiling mischievously. I couldn't help the smile that was tugging the corners of my lips.

"Fine, I'll be there. But just to warn you, as I told you before, I don't have any friends and I haven't done anything like this. I have no idea what to do." I said.

"I'm sure Niall will take care of you." he said and kept grinning.

"Oh, so you don't give a shit about me?" I said playfully.

"No, I can't do anything 'cause Niall will be too jealous." he said and I burst out laughing.

But I couldn't help the butterflies in my stomach because of the thought of Niall being jealous.